The weekly messenger. [volume] (St. Martinsville [i.e. St. Martinville] La.) 1886-1948, 1887-05-28

started ont by putin on airs and gittin'
above my bis'ness! But L didn't. /
stuck to my trade, and now where am II
Where am L, ehf'
Fright here, Sammy, right here"
replied Mr.. Siabton, n near and dear
friend. who acted in the capacity of VII
lagc sexton.
eyes, right here, as fixture and
SUCCESS, anyone dispute that!"
The awful silence which followed this
query was its only answer.
"Now, how'd do itl" continued Mr..
Gadford, i'll slightly Modified voice.
'.By mindin' my bis'ness and lettin' the
fine arts alone. Jerry Altman III never
build up character in this country.
He's a-lividin' himself too much; and q
house, Us the Scripture plainly say, div
ided agin' itself will great be the fall
thereof"
"Reckon' you haven't heard the
news?" inquired Mr.. Oliver, who did
not appear particularly Overpowered.
"No. What news2" from the Harbor
in chorus.
"Got his patent yesterday. Told me
all about it. Something new, too
a plow-harrow; that IL, harrow SO
made that it can be attached to any
pillow, and level the ground as it is turn
ed over. He's had an offer for the State
already, but says he will manufacture
himself. He's rented the old Sadlet
shop. and will start as soon as he can
get things together. This is all. I'll
he around tomorrow, as usual" and
the old man limped slowly away.
Silas Upton was good business man.
Not only was he convinced of this him
self, but the community at large held
the same opinion. But good business
men sometimes make mistakes. MIR.
Upton had done so. Such simple
thing, too. He had only written his
name below that of friend, merely to
comply with matter of form. His
friend had unfortunately failed in his
enterprise and left the country; and
Mr.. Upton woke up one morning to
find himself called upon to pay a note
of several thousand dollars. This he
did in his usual brusque, business-hke
manner, fully aware that he would have
nothing left-that he would be ruined
man. Everybody wondered show he
was going to get along now" They
shook hands mournfully with him, and
in detected manner, with the cheerful
suggestion that, after all, sit might be
worse, you know" which was very COM
fOrting indeed.
Jerry Altman, blacksmith, was making
q success of his business. He had got
all the capital he wanted by selling
some territory, and no more was for
sale at any price. He had turned man.
ufacturer himself, and was pushing
things with rush. But he was still
scheming, and this was what brought
him down to Gadford's Harbor SO early
in the morning The proprietor of thai
resort was hard Mt work, and he greeted
our hero with sullen nod.
jerry didn't seem to notice his cold
reception at ALL He was too full of bus
mess for such small matters. 81 have
come to make you an offer" he said, de
Gberately.
81 don't want no offerl" replied his
old master intent upon his work
"I'n make it any way. My patent is
a success. never expected so simple
thing to meet the appreciation of every
body. Orders are coming in SO rapidly
cannot fill them. Now want to lei
out the contract for the iron work tc
some man master of his business. You
are that man. If l prove to you thai
acceptance of this contract will net you
three dollars to the one YOU now receive
will you take hold of itl"
Mr.. Gadford laid down his hammer
took off his hat and scratched his bald
head in feeling manner, as he glanced
with dismayed look ut his former ap
prentice. He saw his opportunity
The voice of the community was tot
strong for him now. He knew Thu
yOuno man was q mower and he felt IL